Chapter 751 The Night Rain Gradually Stops

A ray of green light flashed.

The sturdy middle-aged man's eyes lost their spirit, but he still maintained the action of leaping forward with his hands raised high. His legs had already left the ground, and the body hanging in the air had become a remains. The speed of falling seemed to become very slow.

Inertia still supported this body to crash into Voldemort. The pure physical collision interrupted his long-brewing magic.

Voldemort staggered slightly. Shame and anger almost made him lose his mind, but at the critical moment of life and death crisis, he still endured it and ignored the remains of this savage and mean beast. He let old Crabbe hold his waist with his torn hands and looked up at the sky.

The young wizard floated in the air, facing the ground and holding out his wand. The wand was surprisingly long. In front of him was a whole piece of golden rainbow light with unimaginable high temperature. Behind him was the thick clouds under the night sky. The drizzle was still continuing, and the rain evaporated before it got close.

The brilliant rainbow light suddenly fell, pressing down like a falling star.

The blockade of Apparition still existed, and there was no place to hide from the fierce magic that was about to come. The counterattack was interrupted by old Crabbe...

Voldemort hastily condensed a shining silver shield.

The next moment, the sky above was completely covered by the magical sun.

A half-round of dazzling sun roared in, and the scorching flames covered all areas outside the silver shield. Voldemort's pale cheeks were red, and he seemed to hear the remains of old Crabbe unable to withstand the high temperature and made a dry and cracking sound.

Voldemort's face was hideous, but he just held the magic wand high, making the light of the silver shield more dazzling.

"Zheng..."

The fireworks hit the silver shield, the roar was loud and piercing, and the powerful magic was poured into the silver shield. The silver light suddenly surged, becoming more and more brilliant and bright.

The blazing rainbow light was fierce and magnificent, as if the entire star had fallen and bombarded. The high temperature continued to scorch, the ground gradually melted into flowing magma, and the air gradually became thinner.

Every inch of skin was suffering from unimaginable burning, the blood in the body was surging and boiling, and the heart was emitting sharp pains... It seemed like a long time had passed, and it seemed like only a few seconds had passed. When the pain reached a certain critical point, the senses became dull, the figure on the other side of the rainbow light became blurred, the pain eased, and there was only the whistling of gas convection in the ears, and a pungent smell lingered around the nose.

That was... the smell of death.

Voldemort's snake eyes widened, but his pupils shrank into a slit, and he suddenly woke up: "Loren Morgan!"

The thin air made the sound a little distorted, and the roar of the black wizard seemed even more shrill, almost breaking through the space barrier and echoing in Loren's ears. The pale snake-shaped face had been burned, some parts were burnt black, and some parts revealed pink flesh, which was soon stained red with blood.

Maintaining the majestic magic power and pouring it into the silver shield, the metal trembling sound became more piercing.

The slender pupils in Voldemort's red eyes began to roll up, and the anger and unwillingness on the snake face gradually faded, becoming empty and blank. The whole body seemed to be overwhelmed and made a slight cracking sound, and there were small cracks spreading from the mouth and nose to the other five senses.

The inside of the body seemed to have been ignited, and inconspicuous black smoke rose from the orifices and cracks. Those fine black mists faintly formed another face.

This is a sign that the ghost abandoned the body and wanted to escape alone.

Voldemort's ghost is very unique. It is different from the ghosts in Hogwarts and the dead souls summoned by the Resurrection Stone. There are still a few things and magic that can destroy the Horcrux. Although the power of that kind of ghost is weak, it is almost unaffected by the real environment.

But Voldemort could never have imagined that his seven Horcruxes had all been destroyed. Without the indestructible and wonderful connection between souls, his main soul had lost the qualification to wander in the world.

Loren was not in a hurry. He controlled the rainbow light to fall step by step, breaking the silver shield bit by bit.

Curls of black smoke floated out of the mouth, nostrils, ears and eyes, but could not get rid of the body. A face condensed by black smoke covered the original pale snake face, as if a demon was parasitic. Voldemort's voice came from the ghost and throat at the same time, overlapping and intertwining.

"Damn Morgan! Hypocritical Dumbledore! Do you think you won by killing me?"

"You will regret it, Slytherin has foreseen it!"

"..."

Fine cracks spread on the silver shield, and it broke quietly after a few seconds.

It was just a matter of a moment. The overwhelming rainbow light enveloped Voldemort's body, and the surging flames rose in an instant. The perfect body formed by the resurrection ceremony was ignited in the blink of an eye. The skin, muscles, blood vessels, organs, and even the inside of the bones were spewing flames. The blood dried up before it could evaporate and carbonized and burned.

The hot wind raged on the tarmac, and the body turned into scattered sparks and hot ashes.

The rainbow light gradually dimmed, and the wizards hiding in the distance looked up, but did not see the figure of the young wizard, but found that the rain curtain had once again covered the entire airport, dripping, cold and wet.

The rain extinguished the ground that had been burned, and the damp wind of the summer night continued to blow, but it was much softer. The broken ground was reassembled, and the reinforced concrete grew and covered like plants. The melted and cooled obsidian flowed like liquid and turned into glass and walls again.

The Aurors of the US Ministry of Magic were stunned, and Scrimgeour looked at the airport that had been restored to its original state, stunned.

"Dumbledore..."

Scrimgeour closed his eyes, and the scene just now appeared in his mind. The almost majestic rainbow light covered the entire airport like a sky. The high temperature that burned the world almost brought hell into reality. It was once overwhelming. The entire Ministry of Magic was breathless. The Dark Lord's indestructible silver shield was facing dozens of spells at the same time. As the rainbow light fell, the silver shield shattered. The mysterious man who defeated death was burned to ashes and dissipated into nothingness. In the night.

There was only a cool rainy night, an ordinary airport, and many British wizards who had been fighting Voldemort for decades, like experiencing a long nightmare.

Colleagues burst out with shouts and shouts like a mountain roar and a tsunami. Regardless of the unconscious and bound Death Eaters, they rushed to hug each other to celebrate. After sixteen years, they once again experienced the joy of Voldemort's fall. The deafening cheers and the patter of raindrops intertwined and spread, making Scrimgeour feel a little dazed.

He felt a figure gradually approaching, and turned his head to look. The person in charge of this operation of the Magic Congress of the United States of America came to him at some time. This Samuel G. Kohlhaug was a powerful figure in the Magic Congress and the next Magical Congress. The candidate for the chairman of the National Assembly also looked a little dazed at the moment. He looked at the airport that had returned to its original state and murmured in a low voice:

"Are all wizard duels over there on this scale?"

"This is no ordinary wizard duel."

"To be honest, I never understood why you people from the Ministry of Magic could never trust Dumbledore, and even ostracized this legendary wizard at the International Federation of Wizards. Now I understand a little bit, if such a powerful wizard is in my I can’t rest assured about the country either.”

Scrimgeour was stunned for a moment and replied dryly: "We do not distrust Dumbledore. He has been doing his job as headmaster conscientiously over the years without any ambition or any behavior that harmed the Ministry of Magic."

"You mean Dumbledore is old?"

"..."

"If I'm not mistaken, the one who just fought against the mysterious...Voldemort was a young wizard." Kohaug showed a narrow and teasing smile, "After tonight, the Ministry of Magic will live a life of fear again. According to reports, I estimate that this will last a hundred years.”

Scrimgeour's expression stiffened.

…

The terminal corridors are brightly lit.

The patter of raindrops splashed on the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, gathering together and flowing down in streams.

Loren was sitting on the waiting seat in the VIP lounge. The headlights of the ground handling vehicle in the distance were still flashing, illuminating the road near the tarmac. The airport returned to its original order, and the passengers who were coaxed into hiding in the secret room by the American Auror Returning to the original position with the staff, several of the smarter No-Majs were also cast a false memory spell, hoping it would not affect their heads.

Voldemort has been completely eliminated, the Death Eaters have been basically arrested, and the wizarding world is about to usher in a period of rapid development and peace. However, when watching the Aurors hiding among the Muggles, celebrating each other with cans of beer, it seems that they are already familiar with each other. The world suddenly became unfamiliar, and I felt confused as to where to start.

Six years ago, when he was in the alpine pasture, it was almost summer time, and he received the Hogwarts admission letter from Professor McGonagall in the mountains.

He had known for a long time that Voldemort would be resurrected and the Death Eaters would stir up unrest again. He also knew that all of Voldemort's Horcruxes would be destroyed and he would eventually die under Dumbledore's design. The Battle of Watts announced the arrival of peace.

Time and space seemed to be distorted and changed. The final battle was not in Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic, or even in the United Kingdom, but was inexplicably located at the New York Airport... There was always a sense of trance and astonishment.

"The warrior who defeated the devil, what are you thinking about sitting here?"

A familiar voice came from beside me, and then a wisp of fragrance approached.

All the trance and unreality dissipated in an instant, and Loren couldn't help but smile: "What about you, weren't you listening to the extradition negotiations between the Ministry of Magic and the Magic Congress? How did you find yourself here?"

"There is no point in sitting in. There is almost no dispute between the two sides."

Hermione sat down next to him, shoulder to shoulder, exchanging each other's body temperature: "Has Voldemort really been eliminated? He shouldn't come out of nowhere again, right?"

"I think so."

"Where's Harry, how is he?"

"Taken away by Fox, he should be lying in a coma on a certain bed now, talking to his mother."

"Mrs. Potter?"

"Harry was hit by the Death Curse, and there was a blurry illusion between life and death..."

"That's it."

Hermione tilted her head and leaned in front of him, as if she wanted to read his thoughts from her eyes, which reflected the light outside the window. Her eyes were slightly bright: "You still haven't answered my question. What were you thinking about just now? You seem to have something on your mind." ”

"Only a little bit, I haven't figured out what to say yet."

"Then tell me when you think about it."

"Um."

Loren took her hand, intertwined their fingers, and looked into the distance in trance.

The world under the night is peaceful, as if it has won a victory. In fact, it is like a certain cycle in the long history, with ups and downs. A period of peace will be followed by a new crisis. I used to think that this was something that Dumbledore and others were worried about. , or a child of prophecy like Harry, now that Voldemort's matter has been resolved, he actually needs to worry about the more distant future.

It's actually a pity that Voldemort is gone.

"Woo..."

In the distant sky, there is a thunderbird rushing into the sea of ​​clouds, spreading its broad and huge wings, suddenly rising up, then turning around, and plunges into the boundless sea of ​​clouds. That is the thunderbird called by the Magical Congress of the United States of America. Today's rain has its help.

The thunderbirds moved away, the clouds dispersed, and the drizzle gradually stopped.

On the rooftop opposite stood an old man with a gray beard, whose face was vaguely similar to Rolf's. He looked at the soaring thunderbirds with a smile on his face, then turned around and asked: "Niedander, are you really sure?" Is it true that no wizard saw a white basilisk?"

"I'm sure." Niedander looked helpless. He was an expert on magical animals at the Magical Congress of the United States and was responsible for connecting with Mr. Scamander. After all, no wizard in the Congress could command the Thunderbird.

"What a pity..."

Newt Scamander was disappointed.

In the past, basilisks have appeared in battles between Death Eaters and Aurors. The many mandrakes I specially prepared this time seemed to have to be reimbursed by the Magical Congress of the United States of America. What should I say? Let's just say it's food for thunderbirds. Anyway, these guys don't understand thunderbirds, and they look stupid.

…

The night was already deep, and there were only a few hours left before dawn.

"They should still be busy."

Loren stretched and yawned: "I'm sleepy, let's go and find a place to rest."

Hermione looked into his eyes with a calm expression: "Go back to Ilvermorny Castle."

"It's so late and I don't want to climb the mountain."

"The magic that blocks Apparition cannot block you, so you don't have to crawl."

"I don't understand what you're talking about..." Loren took her hand and walked out.

There are hotels everywhere outside the airport. Choose one with a very design sign, all the lamps can be lit, and there is a small fountain spraying water in front of the door, which will look very high-end.

The two left the airport and came to the hotel next door. The lobby was brightly lit, and the waiters in the front lobby were all beauties in uniforms, with blond hair and wavy hair, but Loren didn't look sideways.

"How can I help you?"

"Is there any room left?"

"Yes, what kind of guest room do you need?"

"Couple's suite."

"Okay, here are the room cards for both of you."

"..."

Hermione turned around and looked at Loren next to her silently.

Loren pursed her lips, but still couldn't help but smile. She cleared her throat in a serious manner: "It's so late, I don't want to trouble others. It's more convenient to have one room than two rooms, and it can also save money. You think so?"

"I don't think so."

Hermione rolled her eyes and walked back to the room.